Icky

21May10

Teenager Icarus Featherley regularly succumbed to acne attacks during the time I worked with him. Poor kid. But I would shudder every time he’d stroke his latest pimple outbreak with inquisitive fingers and then want to use my pen, or my pencil, or my keyboard.

What was needed for Icarus at this time would have been an Elizabethan collar cone. Or handcuffs. Maybe both.

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